 Poisoned eggs. And I ate one of them. Are you kidding, Waldo? No, no, Nick. Some criminals have poisoned these eggs I was having for my breakfast. They're after me, Nick. No nonsense. They've been poisoned, Nick. Smell of them here. All right. By George. Sit down, Waldo. Sit down. Oh, is it too late, Nick? No, you're not dying, if that's what you mean. I'll have to make a chemical analysis to be sure.